In Love with the Alpha’s Daughter

The grand hall of the Green Moon Pack was alive with celebration, but Lina felt nothing but suffocation. The air was thick with the scent of roasted meat, burning wood, and the lingering musk of wolves in their human forms. Laughter and chatter filled the space, but to her, it was just noise—another reminder of the life she had no control over.

Seated beside Dane at the long banquet table, she pushed her food around her plate, ignoring the affectionate glances he occasionally threw her way. Three months into their mating, and she still felt like a stranger in her own body. She had been raised to believe that mates were sacred, a gift from the Moon Goddess. But her union with Dane was nothing more than an alliance between her father, Alpha Jackson, and his lifelong friend, Alpha Zack.

“Lina.” Dane’s voice was calm, yet commanding.

She looked up, realizing too late that he had been speaking to her. The table had fallen silent, eyes now watching her expectantly.

“You’re distracted,” he noted, his green eyes sharp.

Lina forced a small smile. “I was just lost in thought.”

Dane smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Thinking about our future, I hope.”

A few of the elders chuckled, their expressions approving. Lina bit her tongue, unwilling to provoke a conversation she had no energy for.

Across from her, Alpha Zack observed her carefully. He was a powerful man, his presence alone enough to make most wolves submit. Unlike her father, who ruled with respect, Zack commanded through fear.

“Dane tells me you’ve been spending too much time in the gardens,” Zack said, his tone casual but laced with something deeper.

Lina stiffened. She had hoped her daily escapes had gone unnoticed. The gardens were the only place where she felt a sliver of peace, a moment where she wasn’t the dutiful daughter or the perfect mate.

“I didn’t realize it was a problem,” she replied carefully.

Zack chuckled, but there was no humor in it. “A Luna’s place is with her pack, not hiding among flowers.”

Lina swallowed the retort burning in her throat. She knew better than to argue with Zack. Her father sat silently beside her, making no effort to defend her. He never did when it came to Zack.

Dane reached for her hand, squeezing it just enough to remind her that resistance was futile. “Don’t worry, Father,” he said. “I’ll make sure Lina finds more productive ways to occupy her time.”

The meaning behind his words sent a chill through her, but she smiled anyway, nodding as though she agreed.

The feast continued, but Lina no longer had the stomach for it. The weight of duty pressed down on her, making her feel smaller than ever.

Far beneath the packhouse, in the cold depths of the slave quarters, a young omega named Louis was dragged into the dungeons—his fate already sealed.

But Lina wouldn’t know of him.